Is there anyone out there that is excited to get up and go to work every morning? I know there are some people who are. I know I should be happy just to have a job. I know the way to San Jose – but I digress.
I was talking to a friend yesterday and she and I were both in the Sunday night blues. This morning I just sat on the edge of my bed and thought “I can’t do this again; I just can’t” although I know I will. And I’ll do it again tomorrow and the next day, etc. even though I can’t imagine doing so.
What I need is some time off — not a week but some serious time off — like a month or two. I remember saying that there should be a maturity leave like maternity leave where you get a couple of months to just take care of yourself. People could take it when they reach 50. And you know what … I may just do that. I could use my Fringe money and do it. Hmmmm, something to investigate. Move over Stella — Mary needs to get her groove back.
What I really need is a miracle — something, anything — there has to be more to life than going to work, paying your bills, rinse and repeat.